[Their waiter had been thoughtful enough to provide Astarion with a long but tiny straw, and he grasps at it with his little digits while he listens to Winter. His expression is the closest it can be to a frown.]

Knowledge... That's not so bad, I suppose. Especially in a place like this, where there's so much to learn, and everyone has a story to tell. No, your patron must be very happy, indeed.

[A pause, though.]

That's two things we share in common, then. [He doesn't mean about the patron, obviously.]